10 Rules For Sleeping Around Novels & Stories

He shrugged, concluding, “I guess it’s necessary. We need to set some rules.” “You are becoming like my dad,” Charlie groaned, her eyes rolling. “Let’s be serious. What is one week without intimacy?” Taylor pointed out. “Fine!” Charlie said. “Truth be told, you distracted me with your push-ups.” “Okay, let me type it down, and we can print it and post it on the wall and our doors,” Taylor suggested. “Rule number one. No flirting. Eye contact for more than ten seconds counts as seduction.” Charlie, “...”

He shrugged, concluding, “I guess it’s necessary. We need to set some rules.” “You are becoming like my dad,” Charlie groaned, her eyes rolling. “Let’s be serious. What is one week without intimacy?” Taylor pointed out. “Fine!” Charlie said. “Truth be told, you distracted me with your push-ups.” “Okay, let me type it down, and we can print it and post it on the wall and our doors,” Taylor suggested. “Rule number one. No flirting. Eye contact for more than ten seconds counts as seduction.” Charlie, “...”

The sexual tension between us has increased and gone out of control tonight and we just had to give in to our flesh even though our minds were against us. This was part of the rule. We were not supposed to do sexual favors. We were supposed to be in an open relationship and date whoever we wanted, especially Ellen who still looked to settle with a perfect man. I was not perfect for her because I have emotional baggage that I still carried around. One thing had led to another tonight and we broke more than one rule. We encroached into each other's private lives and speaking to Ellen somehow surprisingly eased me. I had kissed her and she returned it and we had hit it off from there.

“Rules for this arrangement.” Rachael frowned. “Rules?” “Yes. If we’re going to continue pretending, we need structure.” He slid the notepad across the desk toward her. There were five rules written clearly: Public appearances only when necessary. No physical intimacy beyond what is needed for appearances. No personal details shared with family or coworkers. If either of us feels uncomfortable, we stop immediately. No social media or public records connecting us. Rachael read the list in silence. “This feels like a contract,” she said.

My daughter and I had become lovers while my wife was away visiting her family in Russia, and we hadn't stopped since. At first our rules had been simple: mouths and fingers only, no fucking. That had gone by the wayside in a wild threesome with a girl named Jessica that Sasha had met in a hotel. Since that night we tried to go back to just her sucking me off, and me licking her to climax, but more and more often we'd been slipping, and I'd been fucking her tight little pussy ragged. If there was time I'd finish in her mouth or ass, but usually we were taking each other in what few minutes we could steal. Several times I'd cum in her unprotected pussy.

“And if I don't come home by that time?” I smirked back. “You'll be locked out of the entire house. I wonder what the media will say if you're seen coming out of a hotel early in the morning. TSK.” His eyes narrowed. “Rule 2: For every woman you bring to me, I bring a man. We both have desires that should be satiated.” “Don't test me!” he hisses. “I have been patient with you, Savannah, but don't test me.” I ignore him. “Rule 3: If you do whatever you want in this house, I can too. That comes with decorations and everything else.”

I opened it and began to read. 1. Rule 1: You will never anticipate a future with me. 2. Rule 2: You must not cheat on me throughout your marriage with me. 3. Rule 3: You shall not ask me where I go at night or what I do as it is none of your business. 4. Rule 4: You are prohibited to fall in love with me. 5. Rule 5: You aren’t allowed to interfere in my business or invade my privacy. 6. Rule 6: You will not lie or hide anything from me. I hate betrayal and lies.

[Rule number 1: Don't talk to my man. [Number 2: Don't make his meal, the maid will do that.] [Number 3: Don't touch him or his stuff, assume he doesn't exist.] [Number 4: Don't share his room; no kisses; no hugs; no playing with him; no date with him; no eye contact.]

I quickly clamped my legs together and placed a pillow over my thick thighs he had been seeing for free. I couldn’t help feeling self conscious under his scrutinizing gaze. Reluctantly, I turned my attention to the contract he had placed in front of me and as I skimmed through the pages, my eyes widened in disbelief. There, in black and white, were twelve ridiculous rules that he expected me to adhere to. It felt like a slap in the face. Rule 1:The very week we get married,we try for a baby. Rule 2:You are not allowed to have any male friends or spend time alone with any man other than me.

Her being the girl whose name was Caroline, one of the girls who I call upon to meet my hungry, horny needs at night. She knew my rules during sex. No overnight staying. No heart warming love confessions or flirtation of any kind. No disobedience during our fucking. No touching. That was the most important rule. Still, I always take my precaution and just cuff her to my bed. Other rules include enjoying a little bit of pain during our fucking. Put an underline on the word enjoying. And put another one on the word pain. I’m not a sexual abuser. I don’t enjoy causing pain to women who don’t want it. It has to be consensual. And the pain cannot cause bleeding or long lasting damage.